The King of Pop Is My Guardian Angel

Work,Money,Bills And Possibly A New Phone*

A/N:Hey my fellow moonwalkers! I'm in the process of editing this story,so if you see * by the part name,that means it's been edited. Hope you enjoy!

I walked through the rain to work. My abusive stepmother forced me to go to work because she wouldn't get off her lazy ass and do it herself. She thinks she's the only one in the world affected by my father's tragic death when she knows she was the cause of it. She acts like it's my fault because I was there. But my thing is,she was there too. What fucking sense does that make??? That's a tale for later my beautiful readers. I opened the door to the McDonald's and walked to the back to put down my stuff. I'm fucking 16,looking for a cloth to wipe down tables at a McDonald's. I'm working to pay bills for a house that's not under MY name,using MY hard earned money for electric bills that I don't even use! I have a mattress,pillow,teddy bear and a book of fairy tales in my room. No posters,no lamp,nothing but I pay for EVERYTHING! My shift is until midnight. As soon as I finish work,I'm going to put my paycheck in my secret savings account and FINALLY buy a Samsung. But that's in a couple of hours. Until then, I need to wait at the register while a few extremely overweight people waddle in here and order some shit that they KNOW is unhealthy. Whatever,I can't wait until this shift is over. "Uhhhhh,I think I'll have two quarter pounders without cheese,five bags of medium fries and two McFlurries,please."said a sloppy looking dude.He looked like a quarter pounder,reeked of fries and had a mustache as white as a moldy McFlurry. Oh,wait,I forgot,this stuff DOESN'T MOLD! I sighed and filled the order. "That'll be twenty three dollars and ninteen cents,sir."I said without any expression. "How about I split this meal with ya?Then maybe some sex?"He said wiggling his eyebrows. I totally lost my cool. I slapped him and yelled,"Fuck no you sloppy ass pervert! You pay the fucking money and get your shitty,fat,pussy wanting,perverted ass up outta here!I dare you,I fucking dare you to tell my boss because I'll call the police!" He quickly muttered apologies,paid,gave me a tip of fifty dollars(not to tell the police) and ran,no,rolled out of the store. I smoothed my hair back,and took a deep breath. I needed to get some kind of stress off my chest. With a shitty stepmother,fat ass perverted customers and a hard,low paying job at sixteen,who wouldn't? I can't wait to get a better job and get up outta that shitty house with my stepmother....the shift's almost over. Darrel should be here any minute. If you ask,I usually only get about 2 hours of sleep a day. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to get 3 before my fat ass stepmother waddles in,and beats me until I get up. One time when I was 10,when I was bold enough,I punched her and went back to sleep. She hired a guy to come over and rape me. Technically speaking,I still have my virginity because raping doesn't count. At least,I don't think so.....whatever. Darrel tapped my shoulder. "Hey,Jade you okay?"He said concerned. "Yeah,I'm fine."I muttered. "Is it,ya know........her again?"He asked. Darrel is one of the only people that know about my mother being abusive. "No.....I'm-I'm okay.....don't worry about it. I gotta go."I said,rushed in the back,grabbed my stuff to walk out. Darrel grabbed my arm. "Jade,I-I want to make sure you're okay........I mean,I can't do anything about it,I'm only 16,but I-I think I love you."He stuttered. This was so cute and so sweet. But,I wasn't ready for any relationships yet. "Darrel,I-I......I mean,that's sweet but,I'm not.....interested."He sighed then whispered,"I understand. Now go,I know you've got somewhere to be." He smiled and I smiled back. He gave me a hug like we always do before I left and I ran out into the rain. The Sprint store didn't open til 8. It was currently 7:43. I pounded on the door and a guy with the uniform vest opened the door to let me in. "Sorry ma'am,but we don't open til 8." "I need a Samsung Galaxy,like now. My stepmother will be furious if I'm not home by 8:00."I said quickly not realizing what I'd said until it was too late. "Uhhhh,yeah!Over there.I can get you hooked up in five minutes." I thanked him. We talked as he worked out the kinks in my new phone. "How old are you?" "16,I just got off of work and need to buy a new phone.I'm Jade." "Well Jade,I'm Michael,16 too and well,I know what it's like to have an abusive parent." Did I tell him I had an abusive parent? "You do?" "Yeah." I looked up at him for the first time. I noticed he had long black hair in a ponytail,chocolate brown eyes,light skin and he looked vaguely familiar. I'll remember at the worst time like I always do. "Hello...Jade..."Michael said,waving his hand in my face. "Sorry,I'm a little stressed out."I said."Has anyone ever told you you look just like Michael Jackson?"I asked. "I am Michael Jackson."He whispered quietly into my ear. I giggled,thinking he was just joking. But he stood there looking un-amused. Was he serious?"You're not joking?" Michael chuckled. "So,how is this even possible?" I asked "I'll explain everything later." He said. He handed me my phone,and in a gust of wind,I was standing in front of my house,new phone in hand. What the fuck just happened?